Trouble with the S.A.S Pt. 11!
Starring: Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Price, Meat, Shepherd, Nikolai, Roach, and Shizzum! Also many of our other cod friends!
It was a...wonderful, day at the S.A.S Army base! Why, you ask? Because now Gaz was cured! Yup, all better. The sacred watermelon worked like a pro! Of course there were some minor side effects of Gaz's being cured from being brainwashed. He was tired, more like worn out, a little weak, and his face hurt like hell from that fake smile he used to have. Price ordered Gaz to take it easy for a few days, while he looked into attacking Sunnyside, the place that had done all this dammage.
Right now, Gaz was lounging about on the couch, eating a box of frosted sugar cookies, watching the sports channel, while the rest of the men were out in the heat, running laps on the track. About an hour later, Ghost, Soap, and Nikolai came in.
"Hey Gaz! Hows it going?" Soap asked. Gaz glared at them, annoyed. He put a finger ot his lips.
"Shh! Can't you people see I'm watching something! The Bookers are winning by 18!" Gaz said.
"Same old Gaz" Ghost said, smiling under his balaclava. Nikolai sat next to Gaz, reaching for a cookie. Gaz slapped his hand.
"No! My cookies! They even have watermelon frosting! Price bought them special for me!" Gaz whined.
"Price said Gaz would be a little cranky, because he was forced to be happy for such a long period of time" Soap whispered over to Ghost.
"Well, it's much better than the old 'Happy' Gaz" Ghost whispered back. Nikolai cleared his throat.
"Anyway Gaz, were getting off track. Price told us to get you. Time for lunch" He said. Gaz smiled (a real one), and happily walked with his friends to the mess hall.
"I can't wait for lunch! I didn't feel up to breakfast this morning! Man I'm starved!" Gaz said. Soap and Ghost glanced at eachother.
"I don't know if your going to like the food. Kamarov's...well, he's not the best cook" Soap tried to warn him about Kamarov's cooking.
"Aw C'mon Soap! Be nice! I'm sure your just giving Kamarov a hard time cause he's gay" Gaz said, laughing. They entered the mess hall, and Price ran over to them. He was very happy to have his best friend back to normal, and was in a very good mood. Because Gaz had come back just last night, he had gone right to bed, so Price didn't get to talk to him that much.
"Hey Gaz! How are you feeling today? I have a seat saved for you next to me, c'mon!" Price said, walking away with Gaz.
"I sure am glad he's back" Roach said, coming over to stand near them. The four of them walked to their seats, which were across from Price and Gaz.
"So then, you cleaned the place top to bottom!" Price was having a conversation with Gaz while the platters were being served.
"Really? I would never make any beds! What the hell did that rehab place do to me?" Gaz asked, wide eyed. That was when he saw his plate. It had Kamarov's regular Thursday beef stew on it. If you remember, the beef stew was a bowl of cold water, with non heated canned veggies dropped in, as well as some frozen chicken nuggets.
"What the hell is this?" Gaz asked angrily, guestering to his bowl. Price sighed. Yes this really was the regular Gaz.
"Kamarov is trying his best" Price told him.
"There is no way I'm eating this crap. Were are the cooks?"
"The cooks are on a vacation. They will be back in one week" The Captain said.
Gaz sighed, before throwing his bowl off the table. Price stood up. Sure it was better than Gaz being happy in a creepy way, but Price was not having Gaz act so rudely. The bowl had shattered, spilling it's contents all over the floor.
"Gaz! Pick that up now!" Price sternly told him. Ghost was laughing, because he was glad someone had finally shown Price how much the army hated the food. Soap was looking worried, but a bit happy inside seeing the normal Gaz. Kamarov was embarrassed, and everyone else was either grinning, or wondering what Price would do. Price glared at Ghost.
"You seriously think people like this stuff Price? I know proper food when I see it, and this is nowhere near proper! The drinks even suck! Who the hell puts mayo inside a glass of milk?" Gaz shouted. Price turned his attention back to his best friend.
"That's it, go straight to the sleeping barrack. You can stay there for an hour, thinking about what you have said tonight. Think of how Kamarov feels?" Price said. Gaz turned and left, slamming the door behind him. Everyone was silent.
"What's the matter with him?" Paul Jackson asked, dumbfounded.
"It's just the brainwashing taking it's course. He'll settle down within a few days. Just treat him nicely" Price told them. Everyone nodded.
After dinner, Shepherd was drinking his coffee, with two creams and one sugar. Meat came over to price, still on crutches from his sore ankle.
"Hey buddy! I just wanna thank you again for saving me! And I really like your hang glider" Meat said, sitting down next to him. Shepherd took a sip of coffee.
"No problem. High five...?" The General asked. Meat happily complied, swatting the hand of his general.
"So I had a question. Why are highways built so close to the ground?" Meat asked.
Shepherd really despised the questions that Meat asked, but this time, before yelling, he actually thought about it.
"Well, I suppose..er...I'm really not so sure. I'll have to look into that" Shepherd said. He really did wonder...
Gaz sat on his bunk, listening to his Happy Fruit cd. A knock came at the door, and Price entered. gaz looked up, and turned off the music.
"Hey Gaz" Price said, sitting next to him on the bed. Gaz felt nervous. He had no clue what came over him at dinner. A rush of anger had just overtook him.
" Price..I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so cruel at dinner. I don't know what happened" Gaz muttered.
"It's fine Gaz, I'm not mad. Obviously since you were forced to be happy for so long, your going to get angry now too. Just try and learn not to throw Kamarov's food. Now how about we join the others in the lounge?" Price asked. Gaz grinned, following his captain.
The next day, Soap, Ghost, and Foley were playing uno. They stopped when they noticed Gaz breathing heavily. They rushed over.
"Hey, you okay Gaz?" Soap asked. Gaz looked in pain.
"My head just hurts, it feels like-" But Gaz was cut off, staring blankly into space. Ghost waved his hand in front of Gaz's face.
"Gaz? Helloooo? You in there pal?" He asked. No response.
"But I hate granola. Why can't I just have some watermelon?" Gaz asked. One of the doctors zapped him, making Gaz scream.
"Granola is goood for your stomach. You like it. Section 8:12 in the happy bible. 'Thee shall snack upon granola, for forever eternity' Now eat it!" The doctor snapped. Gaz took a bite swallowing it, trying not to gag.
"Now we shall all sing the happy song..." Shizzum said from the front of the room.
"Ah! No more granola!" Gaz shouted, eyes coming back into focus. He saw Ghost, Foley, and Soap looking at him. He was shaking slightly.
"Er...hello. I think I just had a flashback. No need to worry" Gaz said, looking around nervously.
"What did you see?" Ghost asked, wondering what coud make Gaz so scared. Gaz told them about his flashback, and they all stared at him with horror.
"Man they are one evil place!" Foley commented.
Later that night, everyone slept soundly, except for one person. Gaz turned over in his sleep, trapped in his awful dream.
"Please! Don't make me do this! I've never made anything spotless before!" Gaz pleaded.
"Until those toilets are sparkling, you will not have any meals!" Shizzum told him.
"Fine by me! That granola's godawful!" Gaz complained.
"Maybe you and the obediance councelor need another talk hmm?" Shizzum said, smiling evily. Gaz's eyes widened and he scrubbed the toilet as fast as he could...
"Don't do it, please! I just want a melon!" Gaz screamed in his sleep. This woke up the whole room. Ghost repeatedly slapped Gaz until he was awake.
"Ow! Huh? What just happened?" Gaz said, a bit dazed.
"You were screaming something about toilets and melon Gaz. What happened in there?" Soap asked, a bit freaked out. Gaz explained the vivid dream to his friends.
"Blast it, when will Shepard have the information on Sunnyside? We gotta attack!" Ramirez said.
"This is just so terrible cupcake! When shall poor Gaz find peace, like you and I?" Worm asked Kamarov. Kamarov kissed his forehead.
"Now now, when we get rid of sunnyside, everything will be normal again pumpkin!" Kamarov replied. Gaz shuddered at the sight. It was kinda creepy. Many of the soldiers patted Gaz on the back, or told him it would be okay before going back to bed.
The next day, they were all called into General Shepherd's office. Everyone was excited to be in there, bacause they had never ever gotten a really good look at it. All except Meat. He bragged about all the times we went in here, by his own will! Meat was now off of his crutches, and his ankle was all better!
"So, I have all called you in here, because I have something to tell you" Shepherd said in his weird voice.
"No duh! Just get on with it please!" Ghost said. Price shot him an admonishing look, causing Ghost to chuckle. He was grinning under his mask.
"Is it about Sunnyside?" Dunn asked. Shepherd nodded, clearing his throat.
"So...as I was about to say, before the rude interruption by Ghost, I have some info on Sunnyside. Care to hear?" Shepherd asked. The room was filled with choruses of, "Yeah!" and, "Spill it out!" And "Of courses!"
"All right then. First here's the history of the building. Sunnyside was first constructed in 1862, built by Sir Shelden Shizzum. The Shizzum family has run it for generations." Shepherd started.
"So that's why Dr. Shizzum is in charge of everything! And the meanest!" Gaz exclaimed. Price patted him on the back.
"So now, Price has come up with a plan to attack this wretched Sunnyside place. Price, if you'll take over?" Shepherd asked, gesturing for the Captain to take over. Price came to the front, and everyone stood at rapt attention.
"Alright then, everyone listen. Normally if we're angry, or need to get someone out, we would blow the place to pieces in order to do that, shooting everything in sight. In this case however, Gaz is back with us. We are angry, but there are people trapped there. I think it would be best to use stealth, like were trained for" Price explained.
"You mean most of us. A couple of the yanks are just used to big battles" Ghost said.
"Ghost, quit this now! Do not insult us yanks! We are much more...independent than you!" Paul Jackson shouted. Ghost simply smirked.
"All right, all right, enough!" said Price, irritated.
"We will infiltrate Sunnyside using their uniforms. We must find out where three workers live, steal their uniforms, and make sure they don't make it to work." Price said.
Dr. Earl McDeedee woke up in the morning and began to press iron his work uniform. He was very careful around the Sunnyside Symbol, which was a sun with a smiley face. That was when someone knocked on his front door. McDeedee put on a smile, and opened the door. He was greeted with a hard punch to the face, which knocked him out cold.
"There's the uniform." Ghost said, and put it in a dry cleaning bag.
"Secure him and unplug the phones, and internet. Take his cell phone too." Soap said. The small, elite team that was in charge of uniforms was Soap, Ghost, and Price. Price cuffed Dr. McDeedee to the sink pipe in the bathroom. After they finished with the house, Ghost stopped.
"Wait. I gotta do this." he said, pulling out a permanent marker. He drew a Price style mustache on the doctor's face, then some glasses and and a goatee. He turned and went to the car, satisfied. They locked the bathroom door and drove back to base.
The three sunnyside uniforms were lined up on the wall.
"What else do we need to do?" Meat asked, bouncing in his chair.
"Settle down son." Shepard said gently. Meat stopped, and grinned. He was behaving much better now that Shepard was treating him nicely.
"One quick thing General Shepard, after they make styrofoam, what do they ship it in?" Meat asked quickly. Shepard tensed a bit, then thought about it.
"Well, thats interesting. I know! Maybe they ship it in bubble wrap!" Shepard said, a childish grin spreading at the joy of answering the question. Meat clapped and jumped up and down.
"YAY! You did it!" he cheered. Shepard chuckled and high fived him, then patted him on the back.
"Alright, enough fooling around. We need to call everyone in to discuss the Sunnyside situation."
"I'll do it!" Meat said, running out. A few minutes later, and the whole group was gathered in the mess hall. Price stood and addressed the room.
"So we have the uniforms, now we need the a special card that will get us into Sunnyside. Unfortunately, these are hard to get. Not even the doctors have them. At least, not with them. They are locked in a special building with electronic pass-code. We can't just charge in there, so we need to get the pass-code somehow." Price explained. Griggs raised his hand.
"Yes Griggs?"
"Well, don't people usually set pass-codes to their birthdays? When was Dr. Shizzum born?" He asked. Price snapped his fingers.
"Thats the best we've got. Who wants to come as backup?" Price asked.
"I'll go!" said Foley.
"Good, lets get that card!"
When they typed in Shizzums birthday, the door slid open slowly.
"Yes, it worked!" Foley said, and walked in. The cards were in glass boxes lined against the wall. Foley took a razor from his belt. He slowly cut a hole in the glass and reached in. He put the code in a tiny plastic case and handed it to Price. As they walked out the door, they saw two black SUV's parked a bit down the street.
"Just get in the truck." said Price. So they did, and began to drive away. The SUV's followed. One rolled down its passenger window, and a hand emerged, holding a gun.
"It's sunnyside agents, drive!" Price yelled. So Foley floored it, and the SUV's opened fire. That was when Price noticed a picture of a sun with a smiley face on the license plate. Bullets pinged off the side of their truck. An SUV drove up on their left.
"Time to take these boys downtown!" Foley yelled. He swerved and rammed into the SUV. The SUV lost control and smashed threw the guardrail and into the quarry below. A large explosion followed, and a lone tire flew up and landed in the road.
"Holy shit!" Price yelled. The second SUV dodged the tire and pulled in front of Foley.
"Alright assholes, take this!" He yelled, and accelerated. He rammed the back of the SUV, which flipped over and skidded onto the other side of the road. The two men breathed a sigh of relief, and headed back to base.
"Everyone, Sunnyside is going down. We will begin Operation Firestrike tomorrow." Shepard said.
"The stealth teams will go in first and evacuate all of the patients. Then, we go in, and burn the place to the ground!" Price yelled. Everyone cheered and threw their hats in the air.
"All right everyone, we have a big day ahead of us. Everyone shower and get to bed. I need to have a word with Gaz." Price said. Gaz stayed with Price while everyone headed to the showers.
"So Gaz, are you sure you want to participate in the attack? You've seen alot of bad things, and it is possible that Shizzum will be there." Price said. Gaz's expression grew hard and determined.
"I'd like to meet up with the old doc. Maybe have a word with her." Gaz said. Price smiled weakly and patted Gaz on the back.
"You'll be ok. Now go shower up." Price said. Gaz groaned and walked out, muttering something about cleanliness. Price simply shook his head and chuckled.
Later that night:
"Gaz, I'm trying to do my job here. If you can't accept that, then you will be put down." Shizzum said. Gaz looked terrified as he sat handcuffed to the chair in Shizzum's office."Please! I've been doing everything I'm supposed to! I eat the granola, I clean the bathrooms, I even sing the happy song! 'It's a happy time, a happy place, time to shine, time to race! Be at the top, and smile real wide, and remember to never be snide! Sunnyside will right the wrong, now I've sung the happy song!'" Gaz finished the song sobbing. Shizzum just sighed.
"I'm sorry Gaz, but I think we may need to do the happy thoughts injection. You are a very serious case. Let's take a walk." Shizzum said, repositioning her glasses. Gaz cried as she escorted him to the surgical ward...
"NOT MY BRAIN!" Gaz screamed out. Everyone in the barracks was immediately awake.
"GAZ!" Soap yelled, shaking him. Gaz's eyes were halfway open, glazed and white.
"Wake up Gaz, now!" Soap yelled, hitting him as Ghost had before. Gaz woke up screaming and holding his head.
"Huh? What... I'm fine you guys! Really, I just need to sleep." Gaz said.
"You were screaming! Tell us what you saw." Soap said. So Gaz explained, and everyone gasped.
"Those bastards! Don't worry Gaz. Were gonna take them all down, and Shizzum to!" Ghost said. They all went fitfully back to sleep.
Three trucks were lined up, fully fueled, and fully loaded with M4's and RPG's. Nikolai's plane was loaded with firebombs to drop on the facility. A few Americans were stationed to parachute in during the attack. The stealth team was assembled as well. Roach, Soap, and Price were in the enemy uniforms. It was lucky they had to wear surgical caps and masks, to cover their hair and Price's large moustache. Ghost was standing by with Gaz in the control truck, ready to give info to the stealth team. They would also be part of the main attack. Kamarov kissed Worm on the cheek.
"My dear, if we don't make it out of this, I want you to hear that I love you, one last time." Kamarov said. Worm blushed, then kissed Kamarov and pulled him into a hug. Everyone geared up and got their weapons loaded and ready. This would be the mission to change everything. This made them. Everything that had happened to everyone in the past was unimportant compared to this. Hugs and handshakes were exchanged. They knew Sunnyside was very powerful, even more so than Makarov. When everyone was in the trucks, Ghost's voice crackled over the stealth teams radio.
"Good luck you guys. See you all at Sunnyside." he said. The convoy headed out on Shepard's go. Nikolai took off, and Shepard got a running start and took off on his hang glider. The stealth team arrived there first.
"Alright, were in postion. Entering passcode now." Price said, and entered the stolen code. The door opened for them. They walked into the lobby, and the fat, old secretary looked up. When she saw the uniforms, she smiled.
"Hey guys. We got another one just outside of London today. He's up in surgical." said the secretary. Soap smiled widely, a perfect happy play.
"Sounds good Shirley!" Soap said, reading her name tag. They progressed through the building. They entered the pass-code on another door.
"You should be at the cells now." Ghost said through their radios. Patients were chained to the walls, packs of granola in their hands, many of them smiling.
"Oh shit" Price muttered under his breath, before going up to one and unchaining him. The man looked happy, but dazed.
One by one, they snuck them out the back exit. One began to sing the happy song as he was escorted out, so they had to tape his mouth. They also found a man talking to the wall about how lovely the curtains looked, and how he was going to tea later with several friends. The man was clearly not well in the head. Out behind Sunnyside, they were each given a shot that had a small bit of sacred melon juice in them. They're happiness slowly faded and they began to ask questions, like where they were and who the hell the creepy guy in the skull mask was. Eventually, they were all piled into a truck, and driven to a designated safehouse.
"Thats everyone. Now you need to get to surgical. Start a fire as a distraction, then we attack!" Ghost said happily. So they followed the signs to surgical. When they were there, they were shocked at what they saw. Needles were vaccum packed in glass tubes. They were filled with a strange, yellow substance. Yellow was the color of happiness.
"This is for Gaz." said Roach, lighting a match with a load snap and a hiss. He tossed it towards the viles of yellow liquid. The liquid began to bubble.
"Get back now!" Price yelled. They jumped out of the way at the exact second the tubes exploded. The liquid splattered the walls, turning a sickly green from the heat. The explosion was loud as hell to, and glass flew everywhere.
"Strike one!" Roach yelled. Alarms began to blare throughout the building, red lights flashing violently around the halls. The three of them ripped off their doctor uniforms and threw them in the raging fire. The liquid burned brightly, like oil. They drew M4's and ran down the fired their M4's at office doors, and at the windows in the halls. A doctor ran around the corner, holding a pistol.
"Strike two!" Roach yelled as he smacked the man in the face with the butt of his gun, knocking out the guy's tooth. Roach ran ahead and kicked down the door to the lobby, and tossed in a grenade. It exploded loudly, shattering glass and wrecking the walls.
"Strike fuckin' three!" Roach yelled.
"Commence the attack!" Soap yelled into his mic.
"Roger that!" Ghost said. A second later, rockets began to tear through the walls. Explosions ripped through the entire building. The front door blew open, and Gaz marched in, holding a SAW. He fired at the walls and pictures of meadows and puppys on the walls. He marched down the halls, shooting a grenade launcher at any doors in his way. Doctors ran this way and that, barely escaping the bullets. Gaz walked straight through explosions and fire, bits of wall and metal bouncing off of his armor. He shot open the door labeled KITCHEN.
"I HATE GRANOLA!" Gaz screamed and held the trigger of his SAW. It tore up the cabinets, sending bits and pieces of granola and raisins flying all around the room. He lit up the gas stove and broke the pilot light. He ran and fired back into the room. A huge explosion followed, bits of wood and plaster flying everywhere.
"Soap, Price, Ghost, I'm going to Shizzum's office. Cover me." Gaz said. He marched down the hall as SAS men swarmed the building.
Shepard patrolled the attack zone with his hang glider. It was a mess down there. RPG's were fired at the building. Occasional explosions tore through the roof. A rather large one came from what Shepard knew was the kitchen, if the blueprints were correct. Nikolai's plane had been dropping people off, who parachuted through the skylights in the roof. Luckily, nobody had been hurt yet. Thats when two huge men ran up onto the roof. They were the guards that had first taken Gaz away. And one held an RPG! Shepard turned to glide away, and they fired, narrowly missing the large, colorful target. Shepard leaned to speed up, when another one fired. This one ripped through the large wing, and Shepard began a spiral downward. His hang glider was on fire, trailing smoke behind it. He crashed into the trees below, his fate unknown by Nikolai, who had seen the whole thing.
"Shepard is down! Those retards shot him down!" Nikolai's voice was frantic on the radio. Gaz simply closed his eyes, fighting off sadness. He couldn't afford it now. The door ahead of him was labeled Dr. R. Shizzum. Gaz readied himself, then kicked down the door. The office was plain, boring, yet untouched by the gunfire or explosions throughout the base.
"Show your face Shizzum!" Gaz yelled. A small laugh came from the corner of the room. Gaz turned. Shizzum's head was down, her blonde hair uncombed and strewn on her desk. One hand was extended. Her nails were painted bright red. She lifted her head, and began to laugh harder.
"You know what I've built here Gaz? You never understood did you? You know, your not the first soldier I've dealt with. The last one was to messed up in the head. I put him down myself. And now, I'm going to put you down Gaz." Shizzum lifted her other hand, revealing a syringe filled with yellow liquid, the happiness mixture. She stabbed the needle into her own arm, and injected the liquid into herself. Her eyes glazed over, and she began to laugh crazily, and a huge smile formed on her face. Her makeup was smudged and her eyes were bloodshot, and she removed her gun from her belt, tossing it aside.
"Wow! I should have done this a long time ago!" Shizzum said through her laughs, her voice warped and high pitched.
"Fight me like a soldier!" she said, giving a mock salute. Gaz grew angry, and threw down his weapon. He removed his grenade belt and threw it away. Finally, he removed his armor, unsheathed his knife, and threw them. Unarmed, Gaz gave a fighting stance. Shizzum smiled widely, here pupils went small, and she pounced. She threw a punch, and Gaz was sent carreening to the ground. She was stronger than he had imagined.
"Okay, that's how it's gonna be!" Gaz yelled, and kicked Shizzum in the ankle. She fell hard, and Gaz got up fast, taking a defensive position. Shizzum got up, and put Gaz in a head lock, and ran him at the wall. She slammed him into it, then heaved him through the air. He smashed into her desk and collapsed.
"You're making this to easy." Shizzum said and picked up Gaz's knife. She slashed down, and Gaz grabbed her wrist, stopping the blade and inch from his heart. He twisted and the knife fell from her hand. He then spun her around and held her arms. He cuffed them around the lone metal pipe in her office. She struggled against the bonds.
"When they hit the gas main, this whole place is going up." Gaz said. Shizzum's face grew a shocked expression, which quickly disappeared, replaced with crazy laughter. Gaz ran from the room and down the hall. He yelled into his radio,
"Everyone, Shizzum is trapped inside the building! Get out and light this place up!"
Nikolai saw everyone had left, and dropped the fire bombs at the gas main building. The building let off a huge explosion, and tore down the street through the pipes. In about five seconds, the whole place was going. Nikolai realized this and tried to turn. To late. The enormous explosion sent a shock wave through the air that brought down all controls, sending Nikolai's plane into a nose dive. Nikolai barely managed to parachute out of the plane. He saw his beautiful plane explode in flames on the side of a hill.
"My plane! My beautiful plane!" Nikolai cried as he parachuted into a small lake. He took off his parachute and swam up. He followed the burning horizon to his friends.
Gaz just stood and watched. The explosion was enormous, the biggest he had seen in his entire life. That was saying something, since he was in the SAS. Suddenly, some twenty people came up to him and hugged him all at the same time. All of his friends. Even Nikolai walked out of the forest, dripping wet, and hugged him, making everyone complain. Ghost asked him why he felt the need to take a shower at a time like this. They all went home. The drive was unusually silent.
"Friends. Family. That's what we are. We always will be. We have grown and well, some of us have matured." Price said, glancing at Meat and Griggs, who were goofing off.
"There is something I must tell you all, for those who don't know. We lost someone very important to our family today. General Shepard was shot down in the battle yesterday." Suddenly, Meat and Griggs looked up. A tear ran down Meat's face.
"It's not true!" Meat said. Price's face grew sad.
"I'm very sorry Meat. He's... gone." Price said. Silent tears began to fall, and Meat turned away. He was still wearing the butt ugly sweater Shepard had knitted him. Suddenly, the door burst open. Everyone stood, expecting a fight. That was when a worn out, limping Shepard entered, dragging the ragged remains of his hang glider behind him.
"It took me four hours to get out of that tree. Then I hitchhiked here. The man made me give him a thousand bucks to get here. A thousand!" Shepard complained. Meat jumped up, a huge goofy smile on his face.
"I knew you would make it buddy, I just knew it!" he yelled, giving Shepard a bear hug. Shepard smiled weakly and hugged him back.
"So buddy..." Meat asked.
"Yeah?" Shepard asked.
"Do stars clean themselves with meteor showers?" Meat asked. Shepard smiled wider.
"I don't see why not." Shepard said. Everyone just laughed.
"All right everyone, we've gone dirty long enough. Double showers, and make it snappy!" Price demanded. The laughter turned to groans of annoyance, but they all headed to the showers, while Price stood with a smug expression.
At least everything was back to normal.
Epilogue: Gaz walked out to collect the mail a week later. A large package was waiting for him.
"What is this?" Gaz wondered to himself. It was addressed to him. He smiled, wanting to know what this large box was. He carried it to the empty mess hall and cracked it open with a crowbar. Why Kamarov needed a crowbar to cook, Gaz would never know. Gaz removed the Styrofoam. At the sight, his heart sank and his smile turned to fear. He picked up the note inside.
"Think happy Gaz! From, Dr. S." The box was filled to the brim with packages of granola and raisins.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Gaz screamed.
So how did everyone like this one? I'm sorry it's not super, super long, but still. I tired to make this one very epic. But I cannot take all the credit for this story. My co-writer/brother, Eric, helped with this one a lot. Eric has came up with lots of ideas to help me with this series, so if any of you want to review, it may make him happy if you complement him, because he wrote most of this one. So anyways, on to brighter topics. The next chapter will be up soon, I am already writing it. Let's just say, it's going to be starring Nikolai a lot. And Kamarov. And one other person, who we have not heard or seen in this for a long time. ;)
Another thing. It would be great help if any of you knew names of cool planes. It will help me for the next chapter, and it has to do with Nikoai. So if any of you do know the names of any cool planes, please review or send me a message. Thanks!
And now, I shall respond to my reviewers!
xStealthxSniperx: Thank you for your review! I am so glad Gaz is back too :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it as well as my brother did. Thanks again for the review. Next chapter will be up soon. I would love a review for this chapter to ;)
Jacob0392: Hhahaha you are totally right, our Gaz is back to normal! I hope you liked Sunnyside going down. I am so glad I have destroyed it! But er...oh no Shizzum is not dead! Agh! Lol, but to let you know, we will not see Shizzum for a looonng time ;) I hope you review more! :D Thanks for reviewing my last chapter!
Macreally: Aww, I loved your review! I hope your better now! Trust me, I hate being stuck in bed as well. I al so glad you love this story! And I love your reviews to death! PLease keep them up. Thank you so much! :D
Hande the Scorpion Rider: Lol, I love Shepherd in my stories as well. Well now you have it, Sunnyside has gone ablaze! :) Yayayyyy! 10000 thank-you's for reviewing! I hope to see more from you :)
Mangoesaregood8: Thanks for reviewing! I am glad I put Gaz back to normal as well, I was beginning to miss him :( but yay, now he's back! Lol, and yeah he does have an awesome melon! The best ever ;) Seriously, I love your reviews! Please keep it up :) I love your stories too.
Okay so that's it! Oh yes, I may write a one-shot, and idea from Trouble 10. Who would like it if I wrote just a short little thing about them at the park, and then something happens to Roach, having to do with Meat's baseball? Just message me or review telling me so, and I will do it.